by Opal Carew
After breakfast, Sandra helped Devlin and Craig clean up the dishes, since Aimee and James had cooked. Afterward, she and Aimee pulled on their bikinis and they all strolled to the quiet bay with the swim raft. Devlin spread a blanket on the sand and flopped down, then patted the space beside him. Sandra sat next to him and they watched the others run into the water and swim to the rock.
“Are you enjoying the weekend?” Sandra asked, wondering what Devlin thought of it all now that he was here.
“Are you kidding? It’s incredible.” He drew her onto his lap facing him, then kissed her. “It’s amazing watching you with the other guys.” He stroked her black hair behind her ear, sending shivers through her at the light touch. “Enjoying yourself.” His gaze rested on her face, and he smiled. “You’re so sexy when you’re with them. When they’re touching you.”
He caressed her cheek, then kissed her again. She wrapped her hand around his head and stroked her tongue inside his mouth.
Aimee laughed in the background, then a chorus of splashes broke out.
Devlin lay back and pulled Sandra on top of his body. His bulge pressed into her. He wrapped his arms around her, then rolled her onto her side and held her. She could hear Aimee and the guys in the water, but all she could think of was Devlin and the solid strength of his body pressed tight to hers.
“Aimee seems to be having a lot of fun. Do you want to go join her?”
“No. I’m happy right where I am.” She snuggled her cheek against his bare chest.
The sound of splashing diminished and she wondered if Aimee and the guys were turning to more erotic activities. It felt so strange lying here with Devlin and knowing if she glanced up, she might see Aimee having sex with two men right in front of them … and that it wouldn’t faze Sandra in the least. Nor Devlin.
She ran her hand across his solid chest. “Devlin, have you ever done this kind of thing before?”
“Shared a woman with another guy? Or guys?” He stroked her hair. “No, this is a first for me.”
“What about two women sharing you? That’s every man’s fantasy, right?”
He laughed. “I guess that’s true. But it’s tough enough to find one special woman to be with, let alone two.”
She glanced up at him. “Sure, but they don’t have to be special as in long-term commitment. You said yourself it’s okay to have casual sex.” But pleasure wafted through her that he considered her special.
“That’s true for a while. But you get to a point where casual sex just doesn’t satisfy anymore.”
The warmth in his eyes as he gazed at her sent excitement skittering through her.
“Devlin, you’re such a great guy. Why aren’t you in a serious relationship already?”
“I was—at least, I tried to be—about a year before I met you.”
“What happened?” Had Devlin had his heart broken?
He stroked her back. “She and I had known each other casually for a long time. We worked together and that can be a problem so, even though we were attracted to each other, we didn’t act on it. Then she left the company to start a new job. A bunch of us took her out for drinks to say good-bye and”—he shrugged—“I asked her out.”
He glanced at her and she nodded her encouragement.
“Because we knew each other pretty well, having spent a lot of time together at work,” he continued, “we moved forward with the relationship at a fast pace—too fast, as it turned out. After four months, I found myself asking her to move in with me.”
“And did she?”
He sighed. “No. She got that deer-in-headlights look and said she needed to think about it. After that, she was ‘busy’”—he said the word with finger quotes—“a lot. We saw each other a couple more times, then she broke it off with me.”
She nodded in sympathy, wondering if he still carried a torch for the woman.
He shrugged. “It was a learning experience. Now I know to take it slow.” He smiled at her. “If a woman is worth being with, she’s worth waiting for.”
Aimee laughed in the background, then ran toward the blanket and plopped down behind Sandra.
“Hey, Devlin. You’re hogging Sandra.”
Sandra felt soft fingers against her back, then felt her bathing suit top release. Aimee tugged on Sandra’s shoulder until Devlin released her and she rolled onto her back. Aimee pulled the fabric until it slid away from Sandra’s breasts. Her nipples pointed to the sky.
“Well, that’s a pretty picture.” Devlin grinned.
Aimee stroked down Sandra’s stomach, then tugged at her bottoms.
“Hey, why do I always get naked first?” Sandra complained.
Aimee let go of Sandra’s bikini bottom. “Okay.” She turned around, putting her back to Sandra. Sandra unfastened Aimee’s damp top. When it fell to the blanket, Aimee stood up. So did Sandra. She tugged Aimee’s bottoms down her hips then to the ground. Aimee stepped out of them, now naked.
“Here, let me help speed this along.” Devlin grabbed Sandra’s bottoms and guided them down her legs.
“Why don’t you two go and remove the guys’ bathing suits?” Devlin suggested.
Sandra moved to James and smiled as she tugged his wet bathing suit down, revealing his cold, shrunken cock. She stroked her hand over it.
“Sandra, I think we’ll need to warm up their cold members.”
Sandra wrapped her hands around James and stroked him. Aimee immediately took Craig into her mouth.
Craig smiled broadly. “Oh, baby, that is warm.”
Sandra crouched down and took James into her mouth, and he immediately began to swell. Soon he filled her mouth and she licked his cockhead.
“Why don’t you grab those cocks,” Devlin said, “and lead them this way?” He picked up the bags they’d brought with them to the beach.
Sandra stood up, one hand wrapped around James’ hard erection, and followed Devlin through the woods. He led them toward the other cottage, then around to the other side of the building. Hanging from a big tree were two wooden swings. Devlin dropped the bags beside the swings, then unzipped his and pulled out some black straps. He tossed two to Sandra.
“Fasten these around Aimee’s wrists and ankles.”
Sandra took the soft leather straps and did as instructed.
“Drape Aimee over one of the swings, then attach her wrists to her ankles with these.” Devlin handed Sandra two strong metal clips. He also handed her a towel. “You might want to lay this over the swing first.”
Aimee walked to the swing and, once Sandra laid the folded towel over the rough wood of the swing, Aimee leaned over. Sandra clipped the rings on the wrist straps to the rings on Aimee’s ankles, essentially holding her doubled over the swing, her back end totally exposed.
Craig whistled. “Now that’s a lovely sight.”
“Sandra, her breasts look cold. Why don’t you warm them up?” Devlin suggested.
Sandra crouched down and dipped her head under the swing, her own naked back end sticking up in the air, and smiled at Aimee’s upside-down face, then stroked Aimee’s breasts. She leaned toward one and licked it. Then she sucked the other nipple.
She felt a male hand stroke over her behind, then glide along either side of her exposed folds. Then over her slit. Her eyes fell closed and she sucked harder on Aimee, eliciting a moan.
“Come back up here,” Devlin instructed.
The hand slid away and Sandra backed out from under the swing.
“I think Aimee’s been a pretty bad girl this weekend, bringing all these men here and carousing around with them. You need to punish her.”
Sandra stared at Aimee’s exposed ass. She glided her hand over the curved flesh, then smacked Aimee’s butt.
“You’ll have to do it harder than that.”
Sandra smacked again a little harder.
“Again,” Devlin said.
She smacked again.
“Harder,” Devlin insisted.
She smacked harder this time. Aimee�
�s soft pale flesh turned a rosy pink.
“Now the other one.” Only Devlin spoke. The other men just watched in fascination.
Sandra smacked Aimee’s other cheek. That one turned pink, too.
“Now … kiss it better.”
Sandra crouched down and kissed Aimee’s heated cheek. She kissed and nuzzled, then nibbled with her lips, knowing it drove the men to distraction.
“I want to watch James and Craig fuck her. First, get her ready for them,” Devlin instructed.
Sandra’s nipples tingled at his words and the images they elicited. She stroked her fingers along Aimee’s slit. The folds were already slick. But this was as much for the men as for Aimee. Sandra licked along Aimee’s slit, then eased away and dragged her fingers along the opening. She glided her fingers inside. In her peripheral vision, she saw that Craig had his cock in his hand and pumped it.
“Master, she’s ready for a hard cock.”
“Let me see.” Devlin stepped beside her and ran his fingers along Aimee’s slit. “You’re right.” He crouched down and licked her slit.
Aimee moaned.
Devlin stood up and stepped to the side.
He gestured James forward. James, holding his own hard cock, walked forward, his gaze on Aimee’s exposed ass.
“Sandra, take James’ cock and slide it into Aimee.”
Sandra wrapped her hand around James’ hard cock, stroked it, then guided it to Aimee’s opening. She pushed the cockhead inside. James glided forward and Sandra watched his cock disappear inside Aimee.
“Stroke James’ balls while he thrusts into Aimee.”
Sandra moved behind James and she slid her hand between his thighs and cupped his balls. He moved forward and back, driving into Aimee. Craig moved closer.
“Grab Craig’s cock and stroke him, too.”
Craig moved beside James and turned toward Sandra. She grabbed his big cock and stroked while James continued to thrust into Aimee. Her hand still cupped his balls. His thrusts sped up and his balls grew firm. Aimee’s sounds of pleasure increased. Suddenly James groaned and drove deep into her. She moaned loudly.
Sandra kept stroking Craig’s cock. Devlin stepped behind Sandra and cupped her breast, then he drew her away from James, toward the other swing. He draped her over it, her stomach resting against the wood. Craig moved behind her and Devlin grabbed Craig’s cock and pushed it against Sandra’s dripping slit. Craig drove forward, impaling her.
The feel of his long, hard cock driving into her made her gasp. Devlin moved in front of her and pressed his cock to her lips. She wrapped them around his cockhead. Craig drew back, then drove forward again, pushing the swing and driving her deeper onto Devlin’s cock. She wrapped her hand around Devlin’s cock and sucked. Her mouth slid up and down on the big cock as Craig drove into her again and again. Pleasure swelled within her and she groaned, then moaned as an orgasm plummeted through her. Craig’s cock pulled free.
Devlin pulled away, and he walked behind her. His cock pressed against her opening and he pushed inside. His cock filled her even more than Craig’s had. She squeezed him, welcoming his erotic presence. He drew back and thrust into her again. During his next thrust, he slapped her behind. She gasped, then moaned as another orgasm rocketed through her. He drove forward again and again, slapping her bottom a couple of times, sending her orgasm into a cataclysmic explosion of sensation. He grabbed her hips and drove deep, then groaned as he released inside her.
“Oh, God. You are so fucking sexy,” he murmured.
Then he pulled her from the swing and sat down. He lifted her and pushed his cock to her ass. He lowered her onto him, slowly impaling her ass with his huge cock. She stretched around him. Once he was fully inside, he tucked his feet inside hers and widened her legs. James knelt in front of her and pressed his cock to her vagina, then drove forward. His solid chest pressed against hers, sandwiching her between the two men.
James pulled back and drove forward again. He began to fuck her, every forward thrust pushing her hard against Devlin, which pushed his big cock deeper into her ass.
Within moments, she moaned in intense ecstasy, then wailed at the top of her lungs. Pleasure tore through her in an explosive orgasm. When James finally stopped driving into her, she collapsed against Devlin, wondering how she could possibly survive such potent pleasure much longer.
And wondering once she returned to the city after this weekend if she’d ever have the chance again.
* * *
Sandra flopped into bed on her own that evening. After a day of hot sex, all of them decided they needed to stretch out and get some sleep. It was strange being alone after being touched and kissed—and fucked—so much today.
Being alone like this is what she’d return to after the weekend. Although there were still a few weekends left in the summer, once Aimee closed the cottage for the season, Sandra would miss the carefree atmosphere she’d found here. Allowing her to be wild and free. To enjoy sex with multiple men. To have total erotic freedom.
Would she see Craig and James again? It would be weird seeing them away from this environment. Inviting them to her apartment. Or going to their places.
But she would still have Devlin.
She sighed.
In addition to the pleasures of being fucked by three men, the main thing she’d learned this weekend was how special Devlin was to her. His loving and encouraging nature had helped her accept this wild side of herself right from the beginning. He was a great friend. A sensational lover.
Could he be even more to her?
Did she want him to be?
Her thoughts kept her awake for quite a while as she stared out her window at the night sky, filled with twinkling stars, but finally she dozed off.
A while later, she became aware that someone was behind her. A warm, solid body spooning with her.
She was sure it was her Fantasy Stranger.
Twenty-three
Heat washed through Sandra, pooling in her groin. She felt a cock stir between her thighs.
God, it felt good.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said.
He nuzzled her neck as his big cock slid back, then pushed against her vagina. Slowly, it glided inside.
He thrust forward, impaling her. She gasped at the intensity of the sensation. Tightening internal muscles, she squeezed him, then pivoted her hips forward and back, driving his cock deep into her every time.
He grabbed her hips and thrust deeper still. Harder. She felt his cock swell and she squeezed it again. His hands slid to her breasts and he cupped them tightly. Her nipples ached. Waves of intense pleasure washed through her, rising toward a tumultuous flood of bliss. She could feel it. So close.
She gasped as an orgasm rocked through her, then catapulted her to the edge of paradise. His hand released her breast and slid down her stomach to her clit, then stroked. Her pleasure intensified and she wailed as ecstasy exploded through her.
Finally she collapsed against the solid chest behind her, gasping for air. His rapid breath rushed past her neck, lifting tendrils of her hair, tickling slightly.
A part of her felt guilty, being here with her Fantasy Stranger but not Devlin. Devlin knew about her Fantasy Stranger, of course, but it felt so intimate lying here in his arms. So close. So wonderful.
She felt her heart swell. Her Fantasy Stranger always touched her with such tenderness. She always felt loved in his arms. She knew it was James or Craig, yet lying here with him, it felt nothing like when James or Craig held her in their arms.
Which totally proved the power of the human mind. And fantasies. The Fantasy Stranger embodied her idea of love.
And she could revel in it without feeling she might go down the wrong path, as she had with Eric. Because the Fantasy Stranger wasn’t real.
She drew in a deep breath and rested her hand over his as it cupped her breast.
“I love the way you touch me. The way you make me feel.”
He leaned forward and
nuzzled her neck tenderly. “Do you love me?” he murmured softly, his voice hoarse.
“Yes.” The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it. She hadn’t wanted to admit that.
He’d never spoken to her before as the Fantasy Stranger. He’d spoken so quietly, she couldn’t tell whose voice it was.
His cock slipped from her and he drew her onto her back. As she saw the shadowy figure above her in the darkness, she realized she wore no blindfold. He prowled over her and his cock pushed against her.
“I love you, too.”
It was Devlin’s voice. She gasped as he glided inside her.
She wanted to dive away and escape, but his big cock thrust into her again, stirring the pleasure still spiraling through her from her previous orgasm. His cock filled her deeply again. She squeezed, then clung to his shoulders as she moaned at the intense pleasure … building … filling her whole being. Then blissful sensations cascaded through her and she flew into ecstasy, trembling in his arms.
His cock erupted inside her.
Finally she caught her breath. She was too aware of his solid chest against her cheek, of his arms around her body … of his cock still embedded inside her.
Oh, God, it was Devlin.
Devlin was her Fantasy Stranger.
* * *
Sandra squirmed out of his arms and pushed herself to her feet.
“Sandra, where are you going?”
She grabbed her robe from the chair as she raced out of the room, desperate to get away from him. She had to think. She heard his footsteps behind her as she slid open the deck door and raced into the darkness outside. She hurried down the deck stairs, hoping he wouldn’t follow.
“Sandra. Wait. What’s wrong?”
She heard his footsteps on the deck.
Stopping on the beach in front of the cottage, she stared across the glistening water. She wasn’t going to run away into the darkness of the woods.
Hands on her hips, she turned to face him. “You are the Fantasy Stranger?”
“That’s right.”
“You lied to me,” she accused.
“I didn’t lie.”
She glared at him. “You didn’t tell the truth.”
